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Yes, my sweet Roxie, this was on June 10, 1993 -- or so I think. I'll have to look at my journals to see if I recorded what we were saying to one another. . . .I believe this is the best picture of me my brother ever took, even though I was in chronic pain at the time and badly needed a haircut. I'm glad to have met her; I wish I had really gotten to know her. That would have been more than swell. But meeting her was more than that, for an afternoon anyway.
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